Beauty in the woods shone forth,
Beauty did the flowers display;
And my glorious Maker's worth
Beamed with matchless ray.

"Ah, how long shall I delight
In the memory of that day,"
When the shades of mental night
Sudden passed away.

CONVERSION.

ONCE I had a heart within,
Thankless and opposed to God;

And, wandering in the ways of sin,
In wisdom's ways had never trod.

Mercies were regarded not,

Judgments came my soul to try,
But in a moment were forgot,
And left me still to vanity.

But the Spirit showed at last
All the strictness of the Law,
And, as its mirror o'er me passed,
My heart's depravity I saw.

Then my soul, in deep despair,
Felt within the rankling dart;
But Jesus plucked it out with care,
And gave a renovated heart.

Gather the roses while you may,

To wreathe thy brow of sorrow; But not the roses that bloom to-day, And wither and fall to-morrow.

Gather the roses while you may,
The roses that are glowing
Where the balmy gales of Eden play,
And the stream of life is flowing.

Gather the roses that are there,

Your temples brightly wreathing, And the touch of time shall ne'er impair The garland so bright and breathing.

DESIRING TO BE WITH CHRIST.

I BID my hours to hasten on,

That I may be, where Christ has gone;
With him I long in heaven to meet,
To pay my honors at his feet,

Oh thou blest Saviour! Thou dost see
How sad my heart, when far from Thee!
E'en here on earth thy love I share,
But I had rather see thee there.

Thou said'st, before thy feet were set
Upon their march from Olivet,

What time the clouds and heavens of light
Received thee from the gazer's sight;

That thou didst go, that there might be
A place prepared for us and Thee.
Oh, fit me for that dwelling-place,
Where I shall see Thee face to face!

MISSIONARY HYMN.

'T is now the time of strife and war, The contest sounds on every side; Nations are bound to Satan's car,

And who shall meet him in his pride?

Is there no arm his power to break? Are there no hearts that deeply feel? Sons of the kingdom! Rise, awake! Obey at length your Saviour's will!

Go, swell the trumpet's warning voice,
The captive sons of earth to tell
Of Him, who bids the saints rejoice,
Of Him, who saves the soul from hell.

Go, bear the Gospel banner forth,
Its glittering web of light unroll,
To gleam sublime from south to north,
And scatter light from pole to pole.

Hark! "T is the trumpet's warning cry!
Lo, o'er the earth the banners wave!

The Lord of glory comes from high,
To rule, to conquer, and to save.

IN ALL THE COUNTLESS ORBS.

IN all the countless orbs that shine
Along the azure halls of even,

Is seen the forming hand divine

Of Him, who rules in earth and heaven.

Wherever shines their silver beam,

Where'er they set, where'er they rise, Appears the skill, in every gleam,

Of Him who rules the earth and skies.

Then go at night, and look afar
O'er all the blue, ethereal sky,
And read in every rolling star
The glory of the Deity.

And when thou readest, think that thou Shouldst not withhold the tribute due; But with a grateful spirit bow

To Him, whose mercy thinks of you.

THE LATTER DAY GLORY.

THE day of light is but beginning;
Millions yet in darkness lie,
Ignorant of God, and sinning;
Thoughtless of their destiny.

The day of light is just appearing,
Weak and transient are its rays;
But they fill our souls with cheering
Prospects of the noontide blaze.

Oh, may the coming morning brighten, With its splendors beaming wide,

Till its blessed rays enlighten

All, who on the earth reside.

And, for this glorious consummation, Let each Christian watch and pray, And the church in every nation

Strive to hasten on that day.